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the entire drive felt like a punishment.

you sat in the passenger seat with your forehead pressed against the cool window, watching italy blur past in streaks of gold and green.

you hated all of it.

"you're going to love it there," your mom said, for probably the hundredth time.

you didn't answer.

"come on, honey."

still nothing.

she sighed. "i know this is a big change."

"a big change?" you finally snapped, turning to look at her. "you met some billionaire and now we're moving across italy to live with him. i have a life, mom."

"his name is william."

"i don't care."

your mom gripped the steering wheel tighter.

the mansion appeared almost twenty minutes later.

of course it was a mansion.

the gates looked like they belonged in a movie. the driveway seemed endless. fountains sat in front of the massive stone house.

you laughed under your breath.

"unbelievable."

"just give it a chance."

you grabbed your bag.

"yeah. sure."

the house seemed even bigger on the inside.

marble floors and high ceilings.

you followed your mom upstairs while some maid carried boxes behind you.

maid.

normal people didn't have maids.

"this is your room."

your jaw almost dropped.

it was bigger than your old apartment.

your mom smiled.

"see?"

you started unpacking.

hours later, your clothes were put away.

your books were stacked.

your posters sat rolled up beside the bed because you weren't even sure you were allowed to put tape on these walls.

by then, your stomach was growling.

you hadn't eaten since morning.

you left your room and wandered downstairs.

it took you embarrassingly long to find the kitchen.

you headed straight for the fridge.

expensive water.

pre-cut fruit.

cheese you'd never heard of.

"these people don't even have a lousy sandwich."

you slammed the door shut and nearly had a heart attack.

"shit."

a boy around your age, maybe older, stood infront of you.

"how about an apple strudel?" he asked.

you glared at him.

"what the hell?"

his eyebrow lifted.

"interesting first impression."

he looked you over for a second.

you didn't like it.

"what?"

he shrugged.

"nothing."

"then stop staring."

something about him irritated you instantly.

maybe it was how he's part of the reason you'd been dragged across the country.

"you live here?" you asked.

"unfortunately."

before you could respond, footsteps echoed through the hallway.

your mom appeared first.

a man beside her.

william, you assumed.

they both smiled immediately.

"there you are," your mom said.

her eyes bounced between the two of you.

"well, i see you two have already met."

the guy beside you sighed.

you looked at him and he looked at you.

"yeah," you said flatly.

"mhm." he mumbled.

"oh, right," your mom said excitedly. "sweetheart, this is chris."

your stomach dropped.

oh, chris.

your stepbrother.

he smirked down at you.

"ill be seeing you around, sorella."

he said before walking off.

oh oh.

⊹ :: summer of sturniolo ! @crystalcider

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